Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.